Sada Baby - Horse Play 2 Lyrics

(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

Hmm
Niggas cappin' on the internet for clout
Will I respond to a nigga? I don't know, I highly doubt it, huh
Ain't never seen that nigga face, especially not in person
Can't send that boy no death threats, we take shit personal
He gon' end up murdered, he gon' end up dead
Every time I get a new bag, put it on an oppy head
Better hope you don't see that red bandanna with the moppy head
That's SkubaRu slidin' with the bopstick
I spin the block to make sure we drop shit, huh
We spin the block to make sure we drop shit, huh
We love to shoot a new nigga on opp shit
I don't wanna talk to your social media, that's cop shit
Ayy, and if you on they side, you can stay there, huh
Oh, you a dicksucker? We don't play that, huh
You can be your people, I don't need no help, huh
I got apes 'round me, we a peel your scalp
Yeah, ridin' with your brothers, what you supposed to do, huh
Catch you slidin' with them niggas, then I'm smokin' you
I can't fuck with your kind, boy, it's hoe in you, huh
You believe in niggas lyin', where your morals at?
Press that button one time, we got more than that
Pull up in a car full of cans, good forty pack
Somethin' happened to you, don't know why? Yeah, I ordered that
Broke ass nigga, you another nigga chain rocker, huh
And you tryna get your name off
Another mothafucka who ain't got shit to gain off you
Got this shit on my own, huh
Ran through eight hundred thousand, you was in public housin'
Choppa roundhouse kick him, holla Ronda Rousey
You ain't, gettin' no chicken, hustle kinda lousy
Your shit extra weak, we press 'em where they don't allow it
Smoke your bitch allowance
Bitch, it's Bartier Bounty
Put that money on your head, my dogs gon' hound you
If you a pussy ass nigga, get shot if you pounce
Tryna tell your brother 'nem it's some opps in the house
We got chops in the couch
I mean, we got bops in the bouch
Huh, ooh
Wreck them bitches, we out
Put your people in the 'Wood, good hoe nigga stout
When you gettin' money, it brin' the hoes and the hoe niggas on
Beat and blue a nigga front his house, don't even know what that's about
Niggas be in they feelin's
Another reason to kill 'em
You a bitch I can feel it
You a bitch I can sense it
You said you a simp, you just ask for attention
Don't get the wrong attention, that you ain't lookin' for
Catch your BM by herself and I'ma cook that hoe, huh
Better watch where you travel, be them book that show
Better watch what you say
Ain't no tellin' what I took that for
Killin' you and killin' him, 'cause y'all together right?
Niggas better get some nuts, put up a better fight, huh
Catch a nigga lackin', we gon' end a life, hmm
Bitch it's Get Back Gang 'til I feel better
Real Big Skoob, real St. Louis, hmm
Street sweeper on my lap, say I won't do it
Catch you where you ain't supposed to be, say I won't shoot you
Catch you where you is supposed to be, ain't shit neutral
Buss you, and them niggas that I know, ain't shit mutual
Choppa make 'em say, "Damn, this bitch crucial"
That bando got that bitch, them niggas Duski, huh
Probably never seen them niggas, they be put up, huh
We be outside like right now, who gon' pull up? Hmm
Get you shook up, hmm
Twelve'll hop behind us, nigga tear the hook up, hmm
V12 in this bitch, they can't book us
I put pressure 'round this bitch, tell 'em, "Look up", hmm
Tell 'em, "Look out", hmm
I'll have my people in this bitch like it's a cookout, hmm
Treat him like a date, get him took out
Treat him like leftovers, get him took out
Hmm, bitch
Hmm, treat him
Get him took out
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Took out